Makаrov

Returning home was always a burden for Makarov, because there was suffocating silence and emptiness, but now there was one thanks to which returning home became a joyful event after a long and hard day. Opening the door and inhaling that sweet scent of perfume, Vladimir broke into a smile and went into the living room, he saw that his beloved was diligently decorating the Christmas tree without even noticing the man.
Makarov came up behind her and put his hands on her waist and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hi, honey. There are still a few weeks until the new year, why decorate the Christmas tree so early?